Sunday, April 06, 2008

a conversation with myself

Sometimes I feel like I don't know, Sometimes I feel like checkin' out.
I want to get it wrong. Can't always be strong.
And love it won't be long...

Oh sugar, don't you cry.
Oh child, wipe the tears from your eyes.
You know I need you to be strong.

And the day is as dark as the night is long
(and it has been snowing in Spring).


Ultraviolet, U2.

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